03x03 - A Flock of Trouble

[bunniefuu]

[mooing]

[men shouting]

Excuse me.

I'll try.

Which one is Barkley?

The fella with his
back to the stove.

Thank you.

Cattle prices drop off
any more like this,

pretty soon we'll have to
pay them to take our beef.

It'll get better.

MAN:
Before it gets worse.

Howdy.

Is this chair occupied?

We're playing poker,
mister.

I'd hoped so.

For money.

It's the only
way to play.

Is that you
smellin' like that?

Eau de cologne.

Makes a good bracer.

Yeah, I reckon it does.

You're makin'
my eyes water, mister.

Freeman.
Josiah freeman.

This is Carl Wheeler,

Dan Kelsey...

and I'm--

I know who
you are, sir.

I'd venture to say
that so do most

in Northern California.

Oh, really?

Well, uh...

Can you open?

What's the limit?

$20.

I open for two.

Your two,
and three more.

That'll be five
to your, Carl.

Fold.

You, uh, from around here,
Mr. Freeman?

Halletsburg.

Got a small ranch
up there.

Well, that's
good cattle country.

Yes.

Cards.

Oh.

Three, please.

Two.

Same.

My bet?

Mm-hmm.

I'll bet $2.

$2.

And three...

make five.

Too rich for me.

Uh...

I'll raise you--

Raise you 20.

I'm light $20--

Shy 20.

Must be some hand
you got there, Mr. Freeman.

I'm afraid so.

I'll just, uh...

call your $20 raise.

Can you beat
a pair of eights?

That all?

Afraid so.

Full house.

You win.

Well, I owe you $20.

You, uh, play poker
often, Mr. Freeman?

Oh, all the time.
All the time.

Still got
a ranch, huh?

If you'll just, uh,

countersign these
both copies, Mr. Barkley,

I'll be on my way.

What's this?

It's a note of transfer.

Unfortunately,
I'm out of currency

and am forced
to sign over


J.F. stock to you.

Well, all right.

First thing
tomorrow morning,

you'd better deliver
that 20 head of prime
J.F. stock,

or you're gonna be known
as the late Josiah Freeman.

Don't worry.

You-- You take--

Nick Barkley?

Mm-hmm.

You're Jarrod Barkley.

No. Nick.
Jarrod's my brother.

You know him?

Not as well as I thought.

Are you anything
like your brother?

Heh. Different as
night and day.

Jarrod, he'd even
try to reason with
a fencepost.

But Nick here--
He'd sooner bust it
in two.

"He that is slow
to anger

is better than
the mighty."

What's that?

Um, proverbs.

Try to be more like
your brother.

♪ [theme]

JARROD: Nick, old boy,
I think you've been had.

Oh, he'll come.

He may have been
a miserable poker player,

but he did have
an honest face,
more or less.

And that honest face
is probably halfway
to Oregon by now.

I tell you,
he'll be here.

I think you're
right, Nick.

At the rate cattle
prices are falling,

he might be more than
willing to get rid of
some of his beef.

Now,
that is a fact.

He did seem
kind of happy

when he found out
he'd lost, though.

Ah, well.

Mother, this hem
isn't hanging
straight.

Audra,
you look lovely.

Isn't that just
a trifle formal
for breakfast?

Carl's taking me to
a dance tomorrow night,

if he's in any condition
to dance

after you kept him out
all last night playing poker.

[laughs]

[sheep bleating]

That sounds like...

That's what it sounds like.

[bleating continues]

[bleating]

Good morning--

Get this walking vermin
off my land. Off!

They're yours.

Mine?

I'm paying my debt.

Oh, not with those,
you're not.

But you signed
a note of transfer.

I signed for cattle.
Them are not cattle.

What are they
doing here, Nick?

What does it look like?

-Where'd they come from?
-Oh, how do I know?

I'm sorry. There's been
a slight misunderstanding.

Look, I didn't know
what I was signing for.

You said J.F stock...
J.F. stock.

They are J.F. stock.

They are not stock!
They're sheep!

[bleating]

-And they stink.
-[bleats]

No wonder you came
into that saloon

smelling like a flower patch
in the middle of July.

Well, it's been pleasant
visiting with you.

Here, give me that.

Jarrod, come here.

What can I do
for you, Nick?

This isn't legal,
is it?

Is that your
signature?

You know
it's my signature.

Well, then I'm afraid
it's legal.

But I don't want 'em!

You've got 'em.

-You're Jarrod Barkley.
-Yes, that's right.

Yes. You look
like Jarrod Barkley.

I trust that's
a compliment.

You wouldn't consider
taking over the herd,
would you?

No, no, no.
I'm afraid not.

Pity. You're much more
suited to the task.

If there's anything
I can do...

I think the best
thing you can do

is just be
on your way.

One thing I can't stand
more than sheep,

it's a sheepherder.

Heh. They'll grow on you.

So, you're the only one

he couldn't bluff
out of that poker game,
is that right, Nick?

That's the last time
I play poker with a man

-that carries a purse.
-Ha ha ha!

Nick, do you really
think you're ready

for this added
responsibility?

Nick, can I have
some wool?

I'll need a new
winter coat.

By winter,
all that'll be left of them

is one bitter memory.

Just what do you plan
to do with these poor
little critters?

Drive them to the slaughter,
that's what I plan to do.

You know we're right
in the middle of
a little thing

called a roundup?

Tomorrow morning,

I'm gonna take two men
off of that little thing

and put 'em on
this little thing.

And until tomorrow?

I think
they're hungry.

They're not eatin'
on my range!

Hope you get 'em
to slaughter

before they
starve to death.

Come on,
give me a hand.

Uh-uh. I got
cattle to tend to.

Don't look at me.
I have very urgent business
to take care of.

I'd better
fix my hem.

[bleating]

Ah, shut up.

[bleating]

All right, come on.

Let's go, this way.

-Come on, move!
-[bleating]

Hold it there!

Come on!

Get--

[bleats]

Go on,
join the rest of them.

[bleats]

Baaaa!

[bleating]

[grunting]

Did I just ride
through a mirage,
or are you--

You saw just what
you thought you saw.

And it's taken me
all morning

to round these
mangy things up.

What are you doin',
Nick, branching out?

Ha ha ha. That's not
even a very funny joke.

Well, are they just
passin' through?

They're mine.
I own them.

Oh.

Go on, get out.

-[bleating]
-Baaaa!

That perfumed character
we played poker with
last night

paid me off in sheep.

Some people might not
understand, Nick.

They might say
the Barkleys are
hedging their bet.

Cattle prices
drop off,

the first thing
they do is jump
feet-first into--

Oh, no, no.
Not a chance.

I know that, Nick.
But some people
might point out

that when you came
to this valley,

you were a cattleman.

Then you got into
mining, then vineyards,

then sugar beets,
and now, uh...

Oh, no.
People that know me

know I hate sheep
just as much as they do.

Then get rid of 'em.

Tomorrow morning,

when the sun comes
over that rise there--

The minute the sun
comes over that rise--

Those sheep are heading
for the slaughterhouse.

Good. Because
all they need
is a foothold.

Who's "they"?

Sheepherders.
You hang onto
these sheep,

and every sneakin'
sheepherder within
walking distance

will be swarming
all over this valley.

And you know what
happens when sheep
move into a place.

I know, I know.

It's not fit for cattle
or anything else.

They chew the grass
right down to the roots.

The cattle starve,
and so do the people
who own 'em.

You might say
all of us have a stake
in what you do.

How many ways do I
have to say it?

They're leaving
tomorrow morning!

Just so you know.
The longer they're
around,

the more people
aren't gonna believe
you mean what you say.

You, Carl?

Well, not me, Nick.

We've been through
too much together.

Fought the same battles
for the same reasons.

You'd have to
prove it to me.

Audra at the house?

Yeah, yeah, I think so.

Well, too bad you'll
have to miss the dance
tomorrow night.

But you can tell me
how those sheep liked
the butcher's axe

when you get back.

Thank you.

You're late, Heath.

There's 500 head
of cattle

scattered all over
our range.

What happened?

His sheep wandered
down into the draw

and spooked our herd.

They are not
my sheep!

Well, whosever
sheep they are,

they just cost us
three days' work.

Well, I can't watch
those useless animals
day and night.

Then find somebody
that can.

They'll be leaving
in the morning.

I hope you won't be
too lonesome
on the trail.

I'm gonna take
Connelly and Hatcher.

Uh-uh, we need all
the help we can get
to clean up the mess.

Well, now, I can't handle
them all by myself.

Well, then get somebody
to help you.

-Nick...
-What?

From what I hear,
a good sheepdog

can handle a flock
ten times the size
of yours.

Without so much
as raising a sweat.

Which is more than
we can say for you, Nick.

Heh heh.

You all tell me,
in the middle of
cattle country,

where am I gonna find
a sheepdog?

Try the same fella
you got the sheep from.

No!

Nick, you want those
sheep around here

till the end of roundup,


Baaaaa.

[chuckles]

He'd probably want me
to play poker for the dog,

and I'd wind up
with his whole blasted
herd of sheep.

All right, Nick,
what's your alternative?

Some more, please.

We're waiting, Nick.

I'll see him first thing
in the morning.

Audra, how come
we've never had stew
like this before?

We've never
had lamb before.

[laughing]

Freeman!

[knocking]

Freeman?

Freeman?

[clatter]

Well, hello there.

Uh, no.

Don't--
Don't be afraid.

I'm, uh, looking
for Mr. Freeman.

Freeman?

Um, I'm Nick Barkley.

Darn.

Darn?

Mr. Barkley,
what a pleasant surprise.

You win, Uncle Josiah.

Here's the dime.

Uh, this is
my niece Gayle.

I want to buy
your dog.

Oh. I'm sorry.
If you had come
a little sooner,

I had two dogs
less than a month ago.

Well, I didn't have
any sheep a month ago.

I'll give you $20.

What would happen
to my flock?

Oh, well, uh...

lend him to me
for a week.

I'll still
give you $20.

I'd like to help you,
Mr. Barkley,

and I want to help you,
but I can't sell,

loan, or rent you
my dog.

Well, I tried.
That's about
the best a man can--

-But I have a suggestion.
-What?

Your sheep were
part of mine

just a day ago.

My dog would have
no trouble taking
care of them.

You mean combine
your flock with my sheep?

I need help. All I ask
is a place to sleep

and a reasonable
amount of food
for Gayle and myself.

You want to bring
your flock over to
my range?

-Well, you have better grass.
-Wait a minute--

And it would be
much safer.

$50. That's
my final offer.

He didn't take
the rest of our sheep,
Uncle Josiah.

You keep this dime
handy, young lady.

I haven't finished
with Mr. Barkley yet.

I'll be back
for supper.

Whiskey.

I didn't expect
to see you so soon.

Why not?

I figured you'd still
be driving those sheep
to slaughter.

I got thirsty.
Whiskey, come on,
come on.

Then you still got 'em?

Last time I looked, yes.

When are you gonna
get rid of 'em?

Look, I'm gettin' tired

of people asking me
stupid questions.

Are you deaf?!

I said whiskey.

I can't do it,
Mr. Barkley,

much as I'd like to.

Do what?

Look, they'll--

They'll break up my place.

They'll put me
out of business.

I just can't serve a--

a sheepman.

Not in this town.

You call me that
one more time,

and I'll tear
this place up.

KELSEY: Baaaaa!

Well, he looks
like a sheepman.

He sure acts
like a sheepman.

Smells like a sheepman.

Then he must be
a sheepman.

[chuckling]

MAN: Hey, Kelsey,
why don't you ask
that sheepman

to move downwind
a little bit?

Sheepman, you're making
my friend here sick.

Guess I'm lucky
I got a cold.

Now, when I
get back here,

I want to see
a bottle and a glass

waiting for me,
all right?

Now, are you
the gentleman
with the cold?

[laughs] Yeah, well,
it don't help much when
you get this close.

[laughs]

Well, now, maybe
I can fix that.

Carl...

Oh, come on, fellas.

It's your turn, Carl.

No, not me, Nick.

Well...

I guess it's mine.

I knew this was
gonna happen.

You may pour my drink.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Barkley.

You.

You. You're the cause
of all this.

You.

How do you feel,
Mr. Barkley?

I'll let you know

as soon as I find out
who's standing on my face.

We did the best
we could.

Thank you.

Gayle, run outside

and empty the water.

She doesn't smile
too much, does she?

No, she hasn't found
too much to smile about.

Five'll get you ten
my sister will
have her giggling

as soon as she
walks through
our front door.

What?

Well, that is, if your
offer still holds--

My range
for your sheepdog.

After what those men
did to you?

Now, that was a little
misunderstanding, is all.

It was because of
the sheep, wasn't it?

Is it a deal?

Can I come back yet?

Just as soon as
your uncle says yes.

Well?

Gayle, we're gonna
stay with Mr. Barkley
for a while.

Here's the dime,
Uncle Josiah.

Say, is this
a private game,

or can anyone
get in?

I think we'd better
start packing.

Would you help me
with the trunk?

All right, sure.

Uh, fix up your things.
Get them together.

Right over here, mister.

-Can you make it?
-Yeah.

Is that your peddler's
wagon outside?

Oh. Part of
my checkered past.

How'd you ever
find time for
the sheep business?

Oh, I'm a peddler
by trade,

a sheepherder
by misfortune.

Oh, someone pay you off
with them, huh?

The misfortune belonged
to Gayle's parents.

They were under
the mistaken belief

that "open range"
meant just that.

So, they settled here
with their sheep.

This is cattle
country, you know.

It took the cattlemen
some months to convince
them of that.

Mr. Barkley, the day
that I stopped here
with my wagon

to get some water,

that barn was burning.

Gayle's parents--
Her mother and father--

And most of the sheep
were dead.

I heard her crying.

Mama made me hide
in the cellar
when they came.

Don't forget
your doll.

The whole thing
was so cruel,

so senseless.

But you stayed.

Of course I stayed.

She had no relatives.

And I was tired of
wearing out the seat
of my trousers

selling pots and pans.

I love her, Mr. Barkley.

I love her like--
Like she was my own.

And, in a way,
she is now.

Do you know
what you're doing?

What do you know
about sheep?

Mr. Barkley, there's
a story my people tell.

In ancient times,
it was prophesied

that the world would be
completely flooded
within two weeks.

Terrified,
the people sought help

from the religious men
of the village.

The first, a young man

filled with the destiny
of the moment,

said that they must
build the biggest,

most splendid temple
in the land

to prove that
they were worthy

of a place in heaven.

Then they came across
the second man.

Well, he was--
He was somewhat older,

and he ordered
the people to cleanse
their hearts of hate

and embrace their
enemies during their
final time on earth.

And then the people came
to the third leader.

He was a wizened old man
with flowing white hair.

"The world will be
completely flooded

within two weeks,"
they cried.

"What shall we do?"

The old man...

thought for
a long time,

and he finally
said...

"Learn to live
underwater."

Well, now...

We'd better get going.

I want to get into town
before dark.

Why are we going
to town?

'Cause we're gonna
drive our sheep

right through
the middle of it.

Nick, did you have
to drive those sheep

right down the middle
of the street?

-Yes.
-Why?

It's against the law
to drive them
down the sidewalk.

Now, Nick,
I want you--

I wanted everybody
to know--

That you're in
the sheep business.

Ah, now you've got it.

All right, Nick,
you've got pride.

Now,
that's just fine.

But you're about
to take on this
entire valley.

You think you're
big enough?

Might be interesting
to find out.

Nick, this is no joke.

Do you see me laughin'?

I hate those mangy sheep,
with their ugly short legs.

I can't breathe when
I'm downwind of 'em.

Then why keep 'em?

Because they're mine!

Nick, you've seen
a range w*r before.

They start
just about like this.

One fella does
one fool thing,

like drivin' sheep
into cattle country,

and another fella does
something a little more
foolish, like shootin' him.

Before you know it,
you've got a full-size
range w*r on your hands.

That a fact?

That's a w*r
nobody wins, Nick.

Everybody loses.

Not only men,
women and children,

but entire herds,
and it never ends.

Oh, the sh**ting
might stop for a while,

but that's just to give
everyone time

to bury their dead
and reload.

You two want me to give up
those sheep, right?

That would make sense.

Giving in would
make sense, huh?

Nick, other people
have rights, too.

You're not living
in the middle of
nowhere.

And you're not
the only one
with feelings.

Those sheep are
on our land, Jarrod.

Our land.

And none of them
Jaspers in town

are gonna tell me
what I can or can't do.

Those sheep aren't spooking
anybody else's cattle.

They're not chewing up
anybody else's range.

And there's no reason
for anybody's feelings
to be hurt.

Did that argument
convince Carl Wheeler,

or did you have to
sell him some other way?

What Carl Wheeler thinks
doesn't matter.

I'm afraid it does,
Nick,

because the entire valley
is behind him.

All right.

All right, I'll--

I'll talk to Carl Wheeler

as soon as he brings
Audra home tonight.

Maybe I can talk
some sense into him.

All right?

[sighs]

-Mrs. Barkley?
-Yes, Mr. Freeman?

I was just on my way
to the herd, and--

Oh, wouldn't you like
a glass of sherry?

Thank you very much.

Gayle isn't getting
in the way, is she?

Oh, no.
She's upstairs helping
Audra get dressed.

I appreciate you taking her
into the house.

Since her parents died,

I'm the only one
she's had.

I know I'm not
the ideal person

to talk to
about dresses and...

things that girls
want to talk about.

I think you've done
very well.

-Mrs. Barkley,
may I ask you a question?
-Yes.

That fight that
Mr. Barkley had--

Those men were his friends,
weren't they?

Yes.

Well, why would his friends
want to attack him?

He's one of them.

Not anymore.

Was it because of the sheep?

Mm-hmm.

When I first chose--

I mean, when I first
thought--

What did you think,
Mr. Freeman?

The Barkleys are so big,
so powerful.

Surely no one would
dare attack them,

even if they did
bring a few sheep
into the valley.

How long have you
lived in the west?

Ten years.

Well, that should've
been time enough.

For what?

For you to learn

that there's no one
so big, so powerful,

that he can change
the hates and prejudices
of a lifetime--

At least not without
a fight.

Your son is
a very stubborn man.

Yes, very.

He won't give way.

When Nick is pushed,

he pushes back
with everything he has.

No matter what the cost?

Well, sometimes
it costs more

to walk away from a fight
than to finish it.

But he cares nothing
for those animals.

He's a cattleman,
Mr. Freeman.

But he's also a man.

Now, what do you
suppose would happen

if tomorrow
people decided

that we shouldn't
mine gold or grow beets?

Do you think his friends
would understand that?

No, I don't.

I think we all crossed
the line today.

And none of us
can turn back.

That was fun, Carl.

Even after I tromped
all over your feet?

With a little practice,
you could be a very
good dancer.

Now, if I had somebody
as pretty as you
to practice with,

I wouldn't mind
learning.

-Carl...
-Hmm?

-That fight with Nick--
-That wasn't me.

No, but you could've
stopped it.

It would've taken
a stack of dynamite
to pry them apart,

and I didn't
have any with me.

Still--

Love me?

I haven't decided yet.

What about Nick?

What?

Do you love him?

Well, that's
a silly question.

Audra, I wouldn't
have asked it
if I thought that.

If you love him,
then you can help him.

How?

Talk to him.

Make him see
that his friends
are more important

than trying to prove
some point that ain't
even worth proving.

You mean persuade him
to give up his sheep.

He'd listen to you.

I doubt that.

It's worth a try.

No, it isn't.

Nick's his own man.

And I don't like
being used...

especially by you.

Audra...

as long as Nick
has those sheep,

there can't be
any future for us.

Then I'll just have
to take that loss.

NICK: Carl.

Well, we were about to
send a search party
out for you.

I needed some air.

Though it didn't
do much good.

You usually come in
when you bring
Audra home.

Not tonight.

I've been wanting
to talk to you.

There's nothing
to talk about.

You're just gonna
pretend those sheep
aren't there, huh?

Look, the rest of us
had a meeting today.

We came up
with a solution
to your problem.

Is that a fact?

Just so everybody knows
which side you're on,

you slaughter those vermin
right where they stand.

No.

I figured
you'd say that.

-So, we took it
out of your hands.
-We?

This is my valley,
too, Nick.

My family sweated
and bled for it
just like yours.

And I'm not
gonna stand by

and see it
trampled to death
by those sheep--

Friend or no friend.

You touch just one
of them sheep, Carl,

and you're gonna find me
on your doorstep.

I'm not goin'
anywhere, Nick.

And neither are you.

[sheep bleating]

[horses approaching]

Stop it! Stop it!

I'm warnin' you!
I'm warnin' you!

[horse neighs]

Murderers!

You're murderers!

m*rder*r!

m*rder*r!

m*rder*r. m*rder*r.

m*rder*r, huh?

Well, we hadn't ought
to make the man a liar.

Hey, Kelsey! We only said
anything short of killin'!

[horse neighs]

Somebody's comin'!

[bleating]

Josiah.

Josiah.

Gayle.

Do you feel better now,
Uncle Josiah?

Yes.

Audra's gonna buy me
a new dress,

but I don't know
which one to pick.

This one...

or this one.

Maybe even this one.

They're all very nice.

Gayle,

do you ever think
what it would be like

to live with a real
mother and father?

I do, very often.

I come into
your room at night

and I pull
the covers over you,
and I think--

I think, "Gayle has
taught me so much--

"How to raise sheep,
how to cook a stew

"without burning
the bottom of the pot,

"how to sweep the floor
without raising
a dust storm.

"And I've taught her
so little.

"She's never
made a dress,

"she never
learned to sew,

she never curtseyed."

Because there are
so many things

your Uncle Josiah
doesn't know,

things that
a girl should know.

And I look at you
and I think,

"Maybe it'd be better
if Gayle lived with
someone else."

No.

Well...

there's so many things
that you could learn,

things that I wasn't
able to teach you.

I don't want to learn
how to curtsey,
Uncle Josiah.

And I don't even
want a dress

if it means leaving you.

What would happen
if I got sick

and I just
went to sleep?

I don't know.

You like it here,
don't you?

Audra's nice.

And she smells pretty, too.

Well, you may have
to stay here
for a while.

I've got something
very, very important
to do,

and it might take
a long time.

And I have to
do this without you.

Don't you want to be
my uncle anymore?

I'll always be
your uncle.

I'll always pester you
to brush your teeth

or clean your plate.

Because I love you.

Now, you be
a good girl

and you stay here
with the Barkleys
till I get back.

You're never
coming back.

Of course I am.
I promise.

No, you're not.

That's just what
you were saying.

I was just talking.

Now, you go on inside.

I love you,
uncle Josiah.

NICK: Hyah! Hyah!

[bleating]

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

I got 'em all
rounded up.

Josiah?

What's the matter?

I did this.
I'm to blame.

What are you
talkin' about?

You didn't
win those sheep
in that poker game.

I lost them.

A full house still
beats a pair of eights.

Yeah, but I had
four eights.

That's why I didn't
show my hand when
you called it.

I won that pot.

I don't get that.

Well, it was part
of my whole plan--

A plan born
out of desperation.

But no less, a trick.

I read about
Jarrod Barkley

defending a sheepherder
in Fresno County.

That's when
I got the idea.

I figured if I could
get your brother Jarrod
into the sheep business,

I'd have a partner
no one could intimidate.

So, you got stuck
with me.

It proved a good choice,
Mr. Barkley.

Too good.

Even getting you
to protect Gayle
and my herd--

That even worked.

I was so clever,
so smart.

I brought all this
on you.

-No, no.
-Yes, I did.

You didn't
bring it on.

I brought it on
by keeping 'em,

and Carl Wheeler
brought it on
by k*lling 'em.

And if you're lucky,
you'll k*ll him,

and if you're not lucky,
he'll k*ll you.

One way or the other,
somebody gets hurt.

Well, he dealt the hand.

But you don't have
to play the hand.

You don't have
to play it.

He won't let me
keep 'em.

He won't even
let me move 'em.

-Let me move them.
-No, no!

-Let me move them.
-No!

No, that's exactly what
they're waiting for.

Besides, you wouldn't
last five minutes
on that trail.

-They're my sheep,
and I want them.
-Not the ones I won.

You go on
back to the house.

I know how to handle
these people.

You're not gonna drive
those sheep by yourself.

I can and I will!

Furthermore,
if I ever find you
on my range again,

I just might
have you arrested
for trespassing.

God forgive me.

And you, too,
Mr. Barkley.

Looks like Josiah
had a better argument
than we did.

Come on up, Nick.
Come on.

Here, take a swig
of this.

[groans]

Ohh. Oh.

-Feel better?
-Oh, yeah.

Where is Josiah?

I don't know,
but the sheep are gone.

Oh. I finally
met a man

as stubborn
and as stupid
as I am.

Hey, wait a minute.
Where do you think
you're goin'?

I know, I know.
The law should
take care of this.

Well, maybe the law
can take care of
Josiah's burying.

Now, listen, you keep
talkin' like that,

and we won't even
offer to come with you.

One fool's enough
in any family.

Come in, get!

We gonna listen
to him?

Does he listen to us?

Let's go.

[bleating]

That's far enough,
Freeman!

Where's your
sheep-lovin' friend?

I'm goin' through!

All we want
are those sheep!

You get in the way,
we'll take you, too.

All right,
let's get it done.

Hyah!

Why? You hated sheep.

Still do.
But you were right--

They grow on you.

I didn't
want this, Nick!

Then back off!

Odds like this
can k*ll you, Carl.

Throw 'em down, boys.

This one's yours,
Jarrod.

Tomorrow will be ours.

We'd only be fighting
ourselves, Carl,

tearing down everything
we've built.

Tell that
to your brother.

He already
knows it.

Now, what's it
gonna take to
convince you?

Not that you'd
care anymore...

but cattle prices
will be climbing again.

Pretty soon you won't
be able to see the grass
for the beeves on this trail.

-Carl!
-Then where will
your sheep be?

Carl, the people
in this valley

have been living in
their cocoon too long.

We've all grown rich
and fat and smug

thinking our way
was the only way.

Well, now that cocoon's
been ripped open

whether we like it
or not.

We've got millions
of acres here--

Room enough for both
cattle and sheep.

See you, Nick.

Carl.

Matt.

Are you just
gonna stand there,

or are you gonna
help me round up
them walkin' vermin?

Thanks very much
for helping us pack.

Well, now, just because
you sold off your sheep

is no reason
you have to leave
so soon, you know.

Well, we've taken
advantage of you
for long enough.

Mr. Barkley,
you're a very fine man,

and I'm very pleased
to have known you.

Well, now, you're
not so bad yourself,

for a sheepherder.

[laughs]

Good-bye,
Mr. Barkley.

Good-bye, dear.

If we met that wise man,

we could tell him
a thing or two

about living underwater,
couldn't we?

Well, I think
it was worth it.

Somehow it always is.

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